Come to See Me When I Die

Please.

Come to see me when I die.

Before the flames and heat make it impossible,

come and see me.

While you have the chance to see my face and touch my hand.

Not for my sake, but for yours,

tell my now unhearing ears all the words inside you.

Rage or weep.

Whichever helps.

Tell me your dreams and hopes.

Tell me of the regrets and memories you will share when asked about the visit.

Just ask me no questions

for the time that I could help you will have passed.

Sit awhile with me.

I'll be quiet company,

and  in your mind place us somewhere bright together.

Feel my  gaze on your face as you tell me of your life.

Can you hear my laugh, still?

Or has it faded into the past?

Don't let the miles be too far.

Don't let your schedule make the choice for this visit.

Don't be too busy for this last journey.

Just come to see me when I die.

Let the visit be the help I've always wanted you to have.

The time we spend,

together at last,

heal all hurts.

Perhaps now you are free to hear the words I've always longed to say.

Don't stop yourself;

say whatever you need to say,

or feel free to sit in the silence we created together.

Just,

please.

Don't let me go still waiting.

It will be the last chance.

Please come to see me when I die.